Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes He's a rich man, so he's no longer singing the blues He's singing songs about material things And platinum rings and watches that go bling But diamonds don't bling in the dark He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heart Sooner or later, it's just gonna fall apart 'Cause his fans can't relate to his newfound art He ain't doin' what he did from the start And that's putting in some feeling and thought He decided to live his life shallow Cash in his love for material And it's gone Gone going Gone, everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people Aw-awkward with their things, gone You see yourself in the mirror, and ya Feel safe 'cause it's looks familiar, but 'cha Afraid to open up your soul, ‘cause ya Don't really know, don't really know who is (who is) The person that's deep within 'Cause you content with just being the name-brand man And you fail to see that it's trivial Insignificant, you addicted to material I seen your kind before You the type that think souls is sold in the store Packaged up with incense sticks With the vegetarian meals, to you that's righteous You're fiction like books Need to go out to life and look 'Cause, uh, what happens when they take your material And you already sold your soul And it's Gone going Gone, everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people Aw-awkward with their things, gone They say that, "time is money, and money is time" So you gotcha mind in your money and your money on your mind But what about That crime you did to get paid? And what about That bid you can't take it to your grave? Tell me about it What about those shoes you’re in today? They'll do no good On the bridges you burnt along the way All that money that chu got Gon' be gone Yeah, that ear that chu rock Gon' be gone That house up on the hill Gon' be gone The gold bursts on your grill Gon' be gone The ice on your wrist Gon' be gone That nice little miss Gon' be gone That whip that chu roll Gon' be gone What's worse is your soul already gone Yeah, it's gone Gone going Gone, everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people Aw-awkward with their things, gone Gone Gone